Artillery of Blossoms- Mythology

5: Bitter Chill of Molten Glass

The girls were sitting in a circle on the dirt of the Earth. Plasma held a small flame cupped in her two outstretched palms. The warm, friendly orange glow illuminated her face, and it shone on the girl's as well. 

The silence and light lured the emotions into the girls eyes, unconsciously letting their mental walls down. Experiencing awe at their sister's gift, and a trace of jealousy, too. They sat in silence, listening to the lively crackle of flames and the 'alm' sound the Earth vibrated. On Plasma's alone days, before her sisters, she always noticed it- the Earth pulsing with a soft vibration.

When they asked her, The Star had not known how Plamsa got a gift and the girls didn't. Thinking upon the memory, Lake always remembered the Star cocking its head to one side, as if it was listening to a whisper that it could only hear. The Star had assured them, with a solid knowing, that they would get gifts when they were ready. The girls never complained, for they respected and trusted the Star without hesitation.

Even though she had seen flame hundreds of times, the sight of them alway took Lake's breath away. A gift so powerful, inherited from the Star, that could bring life to this dark world. The flames were a bright, living thing. Such was shown in the ways it sparkled and cracked, traveling at a fast pace.

Though, there was one thing Lake hated about the flames. It brought this new feeling, a tingling in the body, that Lake had always found uncomfortable. It was quite different to the chill of the mud, which she preferred over the heat of the fire.

Almost thoughtlessly, she cupped her hand and scooped up a little bit of mud that had not been dried from the relentless heat. It ran through her fingers, hitting the ground of dirt with little glops. The chill ran through her fingers, and she closed her eyes for a quick second.

What if there was something... that could be the opposite to fire? Something... cold?

She formed her hand into a fist, the remnants of mud splattering or getting trapped in her hand. The other girls swivled their heads towards the sudden movement Lake made, though Lake herself was unaware of their stares. 

Lake wished for cold, a rushing thing that took and gave. Something refreshing, unable to be held, fickle and unpredictable. Something that could be seen through like melted glass or diamonds.

The girls were staring at Lake in awe. Something was happening- her eyes were glowing, the mud she was holding turning a clear color that dripped out of her closed fist. The Star, hovering above, could see everything even from such a far proximity and knew that Lake was getting her gift. It was then she could see streams of clear liquid, all across the Earth, tearing up the ground. Making rivers, streams, lakes. The words were foreign to her, to all of the girls, but they felt right.

Water dominated the world, from huge seas with such a bitter taste to little fresh springs. And all of them had the complete ability to destroy heat, to destroy fire.